Flash Fiction – Morning Coffee
I pick up my Latte in one hand lacing my fingers around the handle and cradle it with the other. I take small sips while peering over the top. He is exquisite. Tall, tanned with short brown hair that is flicked to the side. Dark brown piercing eyes. He wears a suit jacket that reaches his belt and underneath black trousers, white shirt with the top two buttons undone. He is ridiculously wet from the rain and I notice a small drop of water make its way down a strand of hair and splash onto the papers he is organising. As he leans over the kitchen worktop, his trousers tighten around his rear giving a perfectly rounded form.
As I glance at him ruffling the papers around I feel he has captured me at the wrong moment as I admire his firm arm muscles through his jacket. He glances at me sideways, smiling revealing a dimple, as he realises he caught me admiring him.
“Are you okay Lucy?” he says with a wry smile
“Yes, of course.” I’m not giving anything away.
He looks back to the papers, collecting them together and declares they are ready for signing. He walks over to me and shows me where to sign. Taking the pen he holds out, I slide the papers toward me as I watch him, watching me. Putting his hands into his pockets and staring at me, smiling, making me feel very vulnerable.
“You understand what these means don’t you Lucy?”
“Uh-huh,” I reply without looking at him, I sip my coffee. I read them over slowly and deliberately as he awaits my answer. I sign where he has put a small cross and pass them back to him. He takes the pen from me and brushes his hand across mine, pausing deliberately as I flush with excitement.
I look up with confidence replacing my embarrassment, “It means I’m going to be working really hard as your PA. You’ve made a deal here that I can’t refuse but there is one question I need to ask.”
“Of course, ask away”
“The overtime, I assume that is outside of working hours and unpaid.” I’m not that kind of girl.
He smiles and steps towards me. He places his right hand on my cheek, sliding his fingers through my hair and behind my ear as he leans in close to me. I can feel his breath on my face. “That my beautiful is expected with no pay! You, my love, are far from what you are suggesting. You are my reward for a hard day at work” He leans in and kisses me as I lead him toward the stairs.